The room chief's sword doesn't want to go home today

After hanging up the phone, Qingshou sat upright, looking coldly at the two people who were pretending to order food.

These two people have been eavesdropping on the phone ever since they called themselves. Didn't the teacher teach them what privacy is?

Being swept by Qingshou's cold eyes, the invisible coercion made Amuro's back shudder.

"Ah, then I'll have sweet curry rice, thank you Amuro-san."

"It's ok."

Then the menu came to Qingshou, "Spaghetti Bolognese, and two glasses of juice, thank you."

"OK, just a second."

Amuro skillfully made a note on his order list, smiled politely at the two of them, and turned to leave.

When he turned his back to Qingshou, the smile on his face quickly shrank.

I was actually threatened by a teenager today.

That kind of feeling that made him feel as if his sharp edge was on his back, it seemed that his meddling in his own business had indeed offended this young man.

At times like this, I really envy Conan as a child.

And Conan, who is envied by Amuro, is receiving Aomori's moral education.

"When someone calls, you should avoid it a little out of politeness, instead of putting down the matter at hand and eavesdropping, Conan-kun, didn't the teacher teach you?"

The dejected little detective: "Yes..."

"That being said, there are also cases where information about criminals is accidentally discovered. When this happens, what should I do? Conan-kun."

"Tell the police uncle..."

Hearing such an answer, Qingshou nodded in satisfaction, "Yeah, that's the way it is. After all, you are just a child. If you encounter a dangerous situation, if you try to be brave, it will make the situation worse."

The two asked questions and answered one by one, until Amuro came up with their dinner.

Seeing Conan, who usually looks like a little adult, being nodded repeatedly by Qing Shou, he couldn't help laughing.

After receiving Conan's cold and heartless gaze, Amuro waved his hand helplessly, and at the same time put the dinner tray on the table.

This kind of picture is really interesting, and when I think of the real age of Conan-kun and his wisdom and maturity beyond his age.

"puff"

I couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing Amuro laugh inexplicably, Aomori silently took out the curry rice and pasta on the dinner plate, and put them in front of Conan and himself respectively.

After eating, he should go home early.

……

After dinner, Aomori and Conan bid farewell outside the stairs of the Mori Detective Agency.

Just when Aomori waved his hand to bid farewell to leave, Conan suddenly stopped him.

"Brother Zongxiang."

"Ok?"

Looking back, the little detective stood on the stairs that had not been completely occupied by the darkness, his big square glasses reflected the light of the street lamp, making Qingshou unable to see his expression clearly for a while.

He raised his head and looked straight at Qingshou, under the clear lens, his eyes were full of wisdom that was completely different from that of an innocent child.

"If I encounter difficulties that cannot be solved, can I ask you for help?"

This was the decision Conan finally made after several investigations. The detective's intuition told him that maybe he could ask this young man who didn't look like a big boy for help.

Originally he thought that Qingshou was just the young master of a certain big man's family, but after getting along with him, he felt that the truth was not what he saw.

There is also the "Household Registration Division" that the detective team went to last time. Please ask the doctor to investigate this institution in depth, which almost caused the doctor to be arrested.

If his reasoning is correct, it is not a department that manages the immigrant population, but an institution that is responsible for crimes that ordinary people cannot touch.

If he could get their help to deal with that organization, he would have more confidence.

Qingshou under the street lamp smiled relaxedly, "Of course, my mission is to protect this country~"

As he said that, he looked towards the empty Poirot Cafe next to him. The kind waiter should be sitting in front of the monitor and watching them.

As for Toru Amuro's identity, Fushimi has already told Aomori all the information he has collected, combined with Conan and him from time to time when he doesn't pay attention to the "flickering" movements.

So Conan is really Kudo Shinichi?

God knows how Qingshou came to this conclusion.

After hearing Aomori's answer, Conan returned to the state of a young elementary school student.

"Then thank you, brother Munakata~ Bye, brother Munakata."

Watching the little detective bouncing upstairs, Qingshou had a complicated expression.

Is he really the famous high school detective Shinichi Kudo?

"Ding bell~"

Just as he was thinking, the door of the coffee shop next door opened slowly, and Amuro, who had changed back to his normal clothes, walked out. As he left, the lights in the shop were also turned off in an instant.

"Munakata-kun hasn't left yet. I happen to be off work too. Do I need to take you to the nearby tram stop?"

You obviously stepped on it when you saw him leaving in the surveillance, you are really a hypocrite.

But Qingshou also understood that the other party seemed to have something to say to him, so he nodded in agreement.

As a police officer, he was sent undercover to a dark organization, and then under the organization's signal, he went to work in the coffee shop downstairs of Maori Detective.

It's really hard work.

After getting in the car, Qing Shou fastened his seat belt, and looked sideways at the young man who was starting the car.

"Are you looking for me to know about the king?"

The opponent's movement of holding the gear lever to change gears suddenly stopped.

"Is it so obvious?" There was only a momentary pause, and Amuro quickly returned to normal. After shifting to first gear, the car drove out smoothly.

"Well, even if it's the police, Mr. Amuro's authority has not reached the level where he can contact the king."

"So you can't tell me a thing or two? Then let me ask a question that doesn't break the confidentiality rules."

Amuro said and glanced at Qingshou, "Do you kings really want to protect this country?"

For the always mysterious kings, Amuro has a bad image of them, because these so-called kings don't care about the life and death of their ordinary people at all, just like the previous Kagutsu incident.

Thinking of the images I saw from the top-secret documents, I watched the sword of Damocles hanging over the king's head ruthlessly judged the crimes of the former Red King.

But this kind of trial is the same, except for the former Red King, there were nearly 70 residents in that area at that time...

"I'm not a king, but I can represent the fourth king, Munakata Reishi, to answer your question."

"Yes, we do use our power to protect this beautiful country."

Not the king, but can represent the king...

"Then the way you protect is to hide in the dark like a mouse, and isolate all news about you from ordinary people?"

"Those who have supernatural powers but do not belong to Yokohama are called outsiders in your terms. May I ask how you deal with this group of guys who endanger social security?"

"The kings and the outsiders, ha, then what are we? Have you not included ordinary humans in your world at all?"

Sharp questions came one after another, and in order to avoid accidents, Amuro parked the car on the side of the road.

Turning his head to look at Qingshou, when he saw the expression on Qingshou's face, even he, who is proficient in the world, showed a surprised expression.

There is no panic from being exposed, no condescending indifference, and no fury from being poked at the pain.

There was only calmness on the boy's face, extreme calmness.

The serious-looking boy held his chin, and seemed to be thinking about how to answer his sharp questions. Apart from that, he had no other emotions.

"The reason for this is beyond Mr. Amuro's ability to understand."

"what?"

Amuro, who thought he could get a long list of answers, looked at Ao Shou in disbelief, what does it mean to have no authority, do you want to send him away with just one sentence?

And Qingshou just nodded calmly, expressing that it is so.

This involves the secret of the slate. If everyone knows that once the power of the slate is released, everyone will gain supernatural powers, which will directly destroy the system that the imperial court has worked so hard to establish for a long time.

Seeing that Amuro still wanted to continue asking questions from his own mouth, Aomori directly opened the locked car door.

"Maybe asking your immediate supervisor is the best option."

If you ask any more questions, the Golden Rabbit will come to brainwash you.

Not only did he not get an answer, but he also lost the door of his beloved car.

Amuro sat quietly in the car, no one knew what he was thinking right now.

……

After returning home, Aomori sat down opposite Reisi Munakata familiarly.

He told everything that happened this afternoon, including the content of the conversation between himself and Amuro that he could represent King Qing, and also told Reissa Munakata.

Hearing this, Munakata Reishi just raised his eyebrows, Wang Jian was right to represent the king.

To a certain extent, Qingshou can be regarded as his existence as the beacon of King Qing. From the day he became king, the sword of Damocles hanging above his head has been alerting him all the time, guiding him move forward.

Regarding Amuro's problems, Munakata Reiji didn't pay much attention to them, anyway, Aomori also gave him a solution, didn't he?

As for whether the boss will answer for him, that's not their business.

The most important thing is the series of troubles caused by the current colorless king.

"Did you feel the power fluctuations of the Silver King in Izona Society?"

Reiji Munakata grasped the key point, this is really getting more and more complicated.

"It's just a little fluctuation, and it's estimated that it will dissipate by tomorrow."

"It seems that Wushi must have been in contact with silver, or..."

The two exchanged identities with each other.

But such speculation is really ridiculous.

After all, their evidence is still not enough.

"By the way, the former disciple of the Colorless King found the Izona Society, and the two completed some kind of negotiation before you appeared."

"Does Qingshou have any opinion on this former disciple of the Colorless King?"

The ability of the previous colorless king was a "prophecy". His disciples found the current colorless king, there must be some important information in it.

"A good man."

"...Well, do you have a more detailed explanation?"

"Probably got some information about the future from Miwa-san like I did."

Munakata Reishi silently looked at the tea on the table and the information about the future, so they couldn't interfere casually.

If the butterfly lends a helping hand before it breaks free from the cocoon, the weak butterfly will lose the ability to survive due to lack of experience in breaking free from the cocoon.